I have the box and I pull out the ingredients: an egg and a tablespoon of butter. Easy enough right? ...Wrong. I didn't read the instructions well enough before I threw the butter in and then cracked the egg over top. That's when I saw the tablespoon of softened butter. Whoops. I forgot to soften the butter. Now, before you shake your head and judge me for not knowing to soften the butter before throwing it into the mix, let me defend myself. I don't bake much. Heck, I don't cook much. I'm pretty much only good for cleaning when in the kitchen. So, I was standing here with a bowl of cookie mix, egg, and a lump of butter. How was I supposed to mix this up? Was it completely ruined? Then I stuck my (clean) hands in and started mixing up the dough... well what was supposed to be dough.

I left them in the car. I wasn't going to show up with some half-baked (metaphorically) cookies when no one else brought anything. I'd rather go in empty handed than embarrass myself.
What did I learn from this experience? Keep my own stock of baked good mixes (No offense Suzanne) on hand and read the directions more carefully. Also, be prepared to show up empty handed but try to be thoughtful and bring something. Did that make sense? So maybe... I didn't learn much more than to read directions more carefully. I was just like the people I mock often who don't read the directions or the closed signs. That's something for me to improve.
Until Next Time,
The Hopeless Romantic
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